Friday, November 03, 2006
it's all just a performance
it's all just a performance.
i sit here, smiling, with my spanking new uniform, bag, title, class, sail. the sea is calm, the radio's crooning 'she will be loved' over the loud speakers, i've got my pocari sweat, people are talking,
and i wonder what it is that has gone wrong with me the last two weeks.
six degrees of inner turbulence.i'd have been a lot more vulgar if i had just sat down to type this out last night without thinking through it more.
the truth is that i haven't had a happy sail for a dreadfully long time. it's killing me.
it's partly the reason why i've been going to sleep a bit guilty since monday - so i'm grateful she's let me off the hook.
my mood's not right. it's not suited for the performance.
so why'd ya fill my sorrow
with the words you borrow
from the only place you've known
why'd ya sing hallelujah
if it means nothin' to ya
why'd ya sing with me at all?
Strummed at 4:16 PM (x)